Keys (Live)
I just pray he forgive me
Born fearless the courage of conviction
Born gifted they knew I'd be a lil different
Free spirted wordsmith and a terrorist
Embrace hate from all the greatness inherited
Fear of not knowing n comprehending
I tried to give them hope one day you could be Mr. Jackson
Won't see me sweat
And I don't hear your raps and that's with all due respect
I'm just worried bout a check I feed my fam with the shits
You know Action run the show n call shots like bellicheck
Put some bones on yo ass, tell my dawgs to play fetch
Money power respect all for the sac
Dirty like acg's when in search for a check
Everybody cut throat til the knife at they neck
You don't know who a ride boy might turn bitch
Weak ass, hands n feet on the gas
Good die young thank mike I'm bad
I am movin slow mo but the coupe fast
Rollex mean, bitch bad
And ye I walk thru the shadow of death
Fear no evil, hold my tongue for shit, keep it trill and never act like a bitch...
And that's til death
Amen, all I do is win
Pocket full of money world spin in my hand
Why hate?
If you could live it you'd live it
I get it I get it
This type of living expensive
5 racks for a Ping and that's just smokin expenses
Bailman for the jeans... It's a band for them britches
Noww... Ion play piano I just sell keys
Song 33 verses 17
Ion play piano I just keys
s 17 hooks is 17
Ion play piano I just sell keys
Song 33 verses 17
Ion play piano I just keys
s 17 hooks is 17
Born fearless the courage of conviction
Born gifted they knew I'd be a lil different
Free spirted wordsmith and a terrorist
Embrace hate from all the greatness inherited
Fear of not knowing n comprehending
I tried to give them hope one day you could be Mr. Jackson
Won't see me sweat
And I don't hear your raps and that's with all due respect
I'm just worried bout a check I feed my fam with the shits
You know Action run the show n call shots like bellicheck
Put some bones on yo ass, tell my dawgs to play fetch
Money power respect all for the sac
Dirty like acg's when in search for a check
Everybody cut throat til the knife at they neck
You don't know who a ride boy might turn bitch
Weak ass, hands n feet on the gas
Good die young thank mike I'm bad
I am movin slow mo but the coupe fast
Rollex mean, bitch bad
And ye I walk thru the shadow of death
Fear no evil, hold my tongue for shit, keep it trill and never act like a bitch...
And that's til death
Amen, all I do is win
Pocket full of money world spin in my hand
Why hate?
If you could live it you'd live it
I get it I get it
This type of living expensive
5 racks for a Ping and that's just smokin expenses
Bailman for the jeans... It's a band for them britches
Noww... Ion play piano I just sell keys
Song 33 verses 17
Ion play piano I just keys
s 17 hooks is 17
Ion play piano I just sell keys
Song 33 verses 17
Ion play piano I just keys
s 17 hooks is 17
Credits
Writer(s): Cst Scooter
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